NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: New Years Eve! WUTWUT.
When: Err...New Years Eve. Wut...wut? (December 31st, Day 14, etc.)
Where: The Castle Plaza
Rating: Worksafe. If this changes, PLEASE INFORM THE MODS.

[Look down. Now back up! Where are you? You're in the Castle Plaza, with the Gods your Gods could God like.

[Lively, pleasant music hangs in the air around you as fireworks explode in the sky above. There is a tempting aroma teasing at your nostrils. Where is it coming from? Those long tables at the center of the plaza, overflowing with food you love. Craving anything from home? You'll be sure to find it there.

[Look around you. What do you see? Carnival games. Hundreds of Carnival games, including a dunk tank, and all for free! Carnival games not your thing? Why not give the dance floor a try? That music is awfully catchy, and just look at all those stunning lights!

[Enjoy yourselves, travelers. A New Year is upon us.]

Comments

[whipmyaer.livejournal.com]

Well... [She's just watching in mild amusement. Rita can't say she expected that sort of reaction - not from him, and not really from anyone, based on who she's met thus far.] I guess you're making up for it now. It's gotta count for something.

[subserves.livejournal.com]

[Once it's picked up Barnaby heads on out of the table and stands, though he's a little confused as to where exactly to put his newly-acquired trash.]

I suppose so. ...I don't remember where the trash goes.

[whipmyaer.livejournal.com]

Probably in a trash bin. [She says it flatly, as if that answer is completely obvious.] There's gotta be one close by. I can't imagine the "Gods" really want their city to look like a landfill.

[subserves.livejournal.com]

[He's buzzed off wine, trash bins are currently a mystery. He nods, understanding the answer well enough except now he's conflicted on whether he should leave his wine alone. What if someone snatches it up... wait, this isn't very responsible of him right now. Sighing and rubbing at the bridge of his nose.]

Reasonable enough, though I'm not sure how tidy our fellow guests intend to be with such a large party going on. It almost makes my actions a lost cause.

[whipmyaer.livejournal.com]

I don't know about you, but it's not exactly like I want to live in my own filth here. [She shrugs.] So either they're gonna do something that will clean everything up, or somehow we'll be left responsible for excess mess.

[Is she sure about that? Not in the slightest. But it's still hard for her to fathom people seriously just making that sort of mess; whether or not they liked it, it's where they lived now, after all.]

[subserves.livejournal.com]

I don't believe I've ever seen anything resembling garbage pick-up here so I suppose that is enough to say that we'll have to handle things on our own... but, I also don't think we're in any danger of suddenly living in untidy conditions. I think most find it hard to do such things to a world or household that isn't exactly even theirs.

[whipmyaer.livejournal.com]

[She quirks a brow at that.] Coming from a guy who just kicked food under the table after dropping it, I'm not so sure. Either way, it's probably something a lot of people don't even think about.

[subserves.livejournal.com]

Ah, that was... [Is he really willing to explain that he's feeling kind of tipsy? But that's far too rude for this conversation and gives off such a bad first impression.]

It was an accident. I might have had a bit too much wine earlier.